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About Chicago

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

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Prostitution ring being ran out of building. Heard them talking outside our room til 4am. Doors slamming, rooms are so out of date & dirty.

The city’s got a pulse: dinin’ patios on Orange Bluff, street art on Liberty Ln, even the small, almost hidden alley near Seaside Dr – yep, that’s real art around every corner, if you bother to look up from your phone. And let me tell ya, beauty here isn’t polite; it hits hard like “Shit, who are you again?” moments – raw, bizarre, untamed.

Hurricane Helene storm surge spared few areas along the Gulf Coast in epic, terrible event